So just because fuck you that’s why. I wish I could erase your fucking name out of my mind and never ever hear your voice again. Over and over I have given out chances, because I thought you were worth my time. Not anymore. I have exhausted literally all my efforts, my time, my energy, everything. I used to consider you family. My dad gave you a key to my house when you felt like you had nowhere else to go. I realize I made a mistake at your house that one time. I understand I am nowhere near perfect. I never claimed to be, nor will I ever. I understand that friendships take work, but you’ve NEVER treated me like a friend. It isn’t about the things, the materialistic shit, its about time, and effort. You put neither into our friendship. It is literally all about you all the time. You use people and wonder why they leave. You chew them up and spit them out, although you’re too much of a coward to face your fears so you just talk shit behind their backs. I tried to look over the constant lies, the way you would only want to be around me if I was around one of your ex’s or someone you were interested in. You want to be nice to me and friendly to me because you are so in love with Aimee you want to fake this friendship, it is such bullshit. If I even tried to count out the times you have lied to me, I would lose count. I don’t ask for things from you, ever. You told me you were going to give me your dog tags at Oasis because you loved me like family and the fact that I would never fuck you over. I was actually very excited, and when I saw you gave them to Aimee, I was crushed. I know that was your decision, but you just sit there like a lap dog begging for food from her. You want to get mad because she won’t marry you, won’t date you, hardly wants to see you,yet you do not change your behavior. You will not grow a spine and tell her anything you don’t like, you hide and want to make it seem like you’re perfect so she won’t get mad at you. You fight and create drama. You fucking love drama let’s be real. You invited people to your birthday/christmas party, knowing they hated each other, or they were friends with Aimee. You lied about not talking to Tory, we’ve seen the messages. You lied about not hanging out with Lonnie, we’ve seen the snapchats. You have created this false identity of yourself, where you are the victim of literally everything. You talk shit about Tory, claim she’s a stalker. That’s false. You talk about Lonnie and how you cannot stand her, and that your work is making you be cordial to her, that’s a lie. Then once you were caught about hanging out with Lonnie, you want to turn it into something about how you are the victim, claiming Aimee isn’t there for you. That is bullshit. You have NEVER been a genuine friend to me, yet expect me and others to treat you like you have been the best person ever. I really really have tried. I do not know what else to do to get you to be honest with me, I don’t think you can. I wonder if you are the reason Tory and I are not friends, or the fact that Lonnie and I aren’t friends. I feel like I have lived under this haze, believing you could be a good friend to me. I feel betrayed and hurt and oh so many other things. I know you talk shit about me. I just don’t know where to go from here. I have all this anger boiling inside of me because to think my family opened their doors to you, I would literally cut class and come see you at the Hookah bar and listen to you. I set you up with my friends, I became close to your wife and quite literally don’t understand how that got fucked up. I did these things for you, because I care and I really really did love you like family. The times you swore you would get matching tattoos with me, or hang out with me. The times you bailed or just wanted to talk to me about Aimee. The times you would act like you cared. Act like you gave a fuck. You never went above and beyond for me, I guess that was just too much to ask for. I guess our friendship was too much to ask for.
